"What a sin!" Li Xiu didn't believe that there would be no deaths in the trial. Even if it was a trial field that he had already mastered, people would definitely die when participating in the advanced trial. This was Li Xiu's own experience.

For trials below level C, if you handle the situation well, you can avoid deaths. For trials above level C, sometimes you cannot avoid deaths.

Training football directly from a young age is no different from training a group of death warriors.

Of course, the backgrounds and interest chains of the twelve football teams are more complicated and darker than what Li Xiu had found out.

Li Xiu is just a passer-by now and can't change anything. He can only take care of himself first. He plans to try his luck at the nearest football team.

The football team's field was much more dilapidated than Li Xiu had imagined. It was hard to imagine that in a city where football was so popular, a football team in the league didn't even have a professional football stadium.

The stadium is inside a large yard, and many children outside are lying on the wall watching the players training inside.

There was a sign hanging at the gate that read "Mad Men Football Team".

There was a table next to the door with a tattered white cloth hanging in front of it with the words "Recruiting Players" written on it.

Behind the table, there was a fat man who was almost spherical, playing with his cell phone with his head down.

"Are you recruiting players here?" Li Xiu walked to the front of the table and asked the fat man.

"Zhao, what position are you good at?" The fat man put down his phone and looked up at Li Xiu.

"What positions are there?" Li Xiu really didn't know what positions there were in football, and he had never tried to learn about them.

"You don't even know where you are, what are you doing here?" said the fat man with an unhappy look on his face.

"What I mean is, I can play any position. What other positions are there in the team?" Li Xiu didn't want to change teams again and waste time running around, so he had to force an explanation.

Anyway, he just wanted to attract the attention of City Lord Taro through the team so that he could participate in the trial. It would be the same no matter which team he was in.

"Can you play any position? Even goalkeeper?" The fat man said in a bad tone, raising his eyebrows as if to provoke.

"That's fine." Li Xiu nodded seriously.

He is a really good goalkeeper. Apart from anything else, no one is better than Li Xiu in judging the trajectory of the ball. As long as the opponent's ball is not so fast that his body cannot react, it is not difficult to block the ball.

"Okay, come in with me after you register, and we'll have a tryout first." The fat man took out a form and asked Li Xiu to register, which mainly included name, place of origin and the like.

After registering, the fat man just took a look, didn't ask anything, and took Li Xiu into the compound.

"Bal, this brother is here for goalkeeper training, you go and try him out." The fat man said to a tank-like man who was training on the field.

The Han man looked very strong. Although he was not particularly tall, about 1.8 meters, he was as strong as a bull and ran like a tank.

"Fatty, just him? Is it okay?" Bal glanced at Li Xiu, tilted his head and looked at the fat man with some disdain and asked.

"Whether it works or not, you'll know if you try it." The fat man said with a sneer.

The fat man knew very well that not everyone could be the goalkeeper.

Being a goalkeeper might not have been very dangerous in the past, but now there are countless trial-takers on the field whose bodies have been strengthened many times, and some even have special skills.

God knows what kind of football they can play. There are many cases of goalkeepers being ruined on the field. It is normal for many teams to change three or five goalkeepers in a season.

If you are not a trial-taker with a particularly high level of physical enhancement, playing as a goalkeeper is no different from seeking death.

The fat man mistakenly thought that Li Xiu was talking too arrogantly and sincerely wanted to teach him a lesson, so he asked the very powerful Bal to try him out.

If the ball kicked by Barr is close enough, it can kill people. In the past, there was a goalkeeper who died on the field when his sternum was broken by the ball and pierced his heart.

Li Xiu changed into his jersey and gloves and stood in the goalkeeper position.

Bal placed the ball in the penalty kick position. The fat man stood outside the court and did not stop him, with an expression of watching a good show on his face.

Seeing Li Xiu standing in front of the goal ready to save the ball, the fat man thought to himself, "At such a close distance, if you can't save the ball, it's fine. But if you do save the ball, I'm afraid you'll lose half your life if you don't die."

"Fatty, who is this? You let Bal try him out and even let Bal take a penalty kick. Isn't this going to kill him?" The players who were training gathered around and one of them said to the fat man with a smile.

The fat man curled his lips and said, "Don't talk nonsense. How can you take my life? I've already said that I can play in any position and it's okay to play any way I want."

"Wow, are you so arrogant?" The players all laughed. Anyone who dared to say this was either sleepy or had a problem with his brain.

Bang!

While everyone was talking, Bal took two small steps and kicked the football directly.

The football had no skill at all and rushed straight into Li Xiu's arms. The football tore through the air and made a buzzing sound. The power was so strong that it made people shudder.

With the distance so close and the ball moving so fast, I wouldn't even have time to dodge.

Li Xiu had no intention of dodging, and he lifted the ball directly over the crossbar of the goal with both hands.

"Very strong!" Although he used some skill to lift the football, Li Xiu still felt his hands numb from the shock.

"Not bad!" When a player sitting on the bench spoke, all the players looked at him.

It's rare to be able to get this person to say good things.

Because this person is Kunsha, the man who passed the Crazy Ball Trial and became a magic outfit master. He has the dual identities of the number one magic outfit master and the number one player in Taro City.

Originally, such a person no longer needed to participate in football matches, but Kunsha was different from those who wanted to gain fame and fortune through football. He really loved playing football, so even though he became the number one magician in Taro City, he still often participated in football matches.

"Bal, try a few balls well and don't mess around." After hearing what Kunsha said, the fat man hurriedly shouted to Bal.

Bal grinned at the fat man, but there was something distorted in his smile. He replied strangely, "Am I not testing properly?"

"Oh no, Bal's old problem has recurred. Should we stop him?" The fat man looked at Kunsha and asked.

Although he is the manager of the team, in fact he can only manage ordinary players. For big guys like Kunsha, he can only lick their boots.

"No need, Bal can't kick him to death." Kunsha leaned back in the chair, covered his face with a towel, and spoke casually.

"Can't he be killed?" Although Kunsha said this, the fat man and other players didn't quite believe it.

They knew Baal's power very well, especially when Baal had that expression on his face. People who were familiar with him knew that his old manic illness had come back again, and Baal was very terrifying at this time.